Tag Archives: stories about living on a river

Yup. Today, December 9th, is my birthday. All day! Actually, I celebrate the entire week before the 9th and a day or two after, but hey, it is all about me, you know? The festive mood on the river isn’t … Continue reading →

I refuse to accept the truth. Therefore, I will live in a state of denial. Care to join me? It’s hard to believe summer is ending. How did Labor Day get here so quickly? Wasn’t it yesterday that I posted … Continue reading →

Hey Henry, Happy Belated Birthday. July marked the two hundredth birthday for Thoreau; July 12, to be exact. And since he loved meandering along the Concord River, I thought I’d start this post with a nod his way. Plus, the … Continue reading →

A Summer’s Day Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging, Where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway; And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies, Open-eyes at the setting of day. Oh the heaps of sweet roses, sweet … Continue reading →

Is it just me or has this winter felt like its gone on forever? (Those of you in the southern hemisphere can just settle down; I’ll get to you in June. By the way, happy first day of Autumn.) Back … Continue reading →

Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) is a Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’. This is the time of year when Mother Earth celebrates life by nudging awake the frozen seeds slumbering within her belly under the barren soil. She whispers softly to them … Continue reading →

The Concord River woke this week to a world of white–a little snow and birds. Actually, a lot of snow and one bird. But they were both white. A swan visited, taking my breath away and giving the ducks something … Continue reading →

Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading →